"But as he brought it nearer to his face his breath transformed the fragile crystal into dew. If frozen again, would it fashion yet another novel symmetry...as did The Game...the hundreds of games, the thousands - from a distance all just Chess - yet, when looked at closely, each variation as wondrously unique as any snowflake: as intricate, as beautiful, as infinite?"
r. muir has this amazing knack for imagery and analogy.
i've blogged more quotes from this book than any other.


music does not solely consist of passive listening.
i doubt love is involved if all you do is enjoy what comes outta the radio.


EL1101E is intriguing.
hope it stays that way.
school should stay that way.


i tried to be Grace Kelly
but all her looks were too sad
so i tried a little Freddie
i've gone identity mad.

perfection at 9:38 AM